|Hoagy, Harvest and Holly|
Didja hear wab Foob Lady seb? asks Holly.
What? asks Harvest. Hey! Ow!
Holly lets go of her sister’s hind leg and clears a dog hair from her throat. [ahem] I said, she says, did you hear what Food Lady said? Hoagy’s gonna come at lunchtime to play.
With her leg now free, Harvest tosses Holly on her back. She jumps on top and starts to gnaw on Holly’s front leg. That’s cool. says Harvest. We could use some fresh meat. You know, so to speak.
And something else, says Holly. Food Lady says we get to see the Kota too. Yikes! You’re biting too hard, Harvest!
Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing, says Harvest. Nom-nom-nom ha ha ha ha! Seriously though, what’s a Kota?
I dunno, shrugs Holly. But Food Lady told me we have to treat the Kota with ‘spect. I have no idea what that even means. My turn! Give me your leg.
Respect means [ow] we can’t chew on it, says Harvest. Maybe the Kota is a strappy sandal. Criminy, Holly! Stop using your back teeth!
No, the Kota isn’t a shoe, you toe-eater, says Holly. Food Lady says the Kota is a special kinda dog. She said it’s very powerful and uses mind powers to control other animals. Ow, that’s my ear! I think you hit bone that time.
Oh sure, like it has ESPN or something, says Harvest. That makes no sense, Holly. Roll over and I’ll get your other ear bone to match the red marks.
No really, says Holly. The Kota is supposed to be fast and strong. Like with super speed and it can catch flying things in mid-air!
That’s nothin’, says Harvest. Watch me do that!
Ow, my tail! cried Holly. Oh hey, and and get this … the Kota [dang it! ow!] is black and white. Not yellow like me, you and Hoagy.
Now I know [ow!], says Harvest. You’re pulling my leg.
The dog, the myth, the legend
Some better met than others.
Holy cow, what a good dog, Lakota.
While Holly and Hoagy ask for the doggy version of an autograph of the legendary Lakota, Harvest invests some time in researching the family history of the border collie.
Lakota in the meantime, permits this attention from his new fandom. No prob, says Lakota. So long as they leave my flying squirrel thingies alone.
|Oh sure, you can catch this thing in mid-air.
But can you catch me? bwahahaha
Yeah, so anyway after the initial howdy-dos, the three Hero pups went back to merely assaulting each other puppy-style.
|No, no I’d say you got two more kibbles for lunch than I did, says Hoagy.
Did somebody say Lunch? says Holly.
The Kota was left in peace to do his legendary feats of catching flying objects from mid-air. Which is all he really wanted out of the deal anyway.
A good thing he brought two flying squirrel thingies.